Once Upon a Time x Reader One Shots

Zelena - Picture Perfect

Picture Perfect

Request for ouat zadesrumbeller

A/N: There wasn't a prompt so I found one.

AU where you both have jobs and normal lives and she isn't evil.

Also, I'm not a photography major, so I don't know a lot of details about cameras. So just go with it.

"Can you do a hades one? And maybe a zelena one? Keep up the good work! :)"

A giggle left your lips as you pressed down on the shutter button, snapping another photo of your beautiful girlfriend. It was a profile photo – she was facing the TV where her favorite movie was playing, capturing her attention and letting her relax for once.

She heard the familiar click of your camera and turned to you with a smile. "Another one?"

You grinned sheepishly. "Of course. How can I not when I have such a beautiful subject?"

She rolled her cerulean eyes at you, extending one arm out in an invitation to cuddle. You accepted immediately, setting the camera down beside you on the couch and snuggling into her embrace. Your head rested on her shoulder as you swung your legs across her lap. Her arms wrapped around your waist, cradling you.

You grasped your camera and pulled the photo from its slot, shaking it to reveal your picture. Grinning, you showed it to her, and she rolled her eyes playfully.

You'd had your Polaroid camera since you were young, and you were practically inseparable. You found a website online to keep replenishing your film when you got low, and lately most of your birthday and Christmas presents included film, so you were set.

Zelena never minded your fondness for picture taking. It gave her plenty of ideas for gifts to get you, including film, a new strap when yours snapped, frames to house your favorite pictures, and a large photo album for the masses. Said album had thick paper pages where you would stick the photos and could then add stickers or write blurbs to explain the shots. Zelena had made sure to get you a whole pack of gel pens for doing so.

"You love that thing, don't you?" she teased as you gently placed the photo on the coffee table. You would have slipped it into your album, but that was all the way in your bedroom, and you were rather comfy on the couch.

You nodded eagerly. "You know I do."

She kissed your head, turning back to the TV. Her movie had ended, so she picked up the remote and began flipping through channels to find something you would like.

After she settled on a channel, you picked up your camera, holding it out in front of you and facing the viewfinder towards you. Zelena caught on and smiled, resting her head on yours. A grin split your lips as you clicked the shutter, but it fell into a frown when no sound came from the button. You pressed it again – nothing. No pictures were coming out, either.

"What's wrong?" Zelena inquired.

"It's not working," you pouted.

"Is it out of film?"

You turned it around to check, shaking your head. "I still have half the film left."

She frowned, knowing how much that camera meant to you. "Perhaps it just died. It was old, wasn't it?"

You sighed forlornly. "Yeah, it was. I've had it for over ten years."

"It lived a good life," she smiled.

You set the camera on the table in defeat, collapsing into Zelena's side. She held you and tried to distract you with a movie, thinking of ways to make it up to you.

A week later, you were still upset. Some people may have found it silly, but you were very attached to your Polaroid, and no longer having it was depressing.

Zelena had saved some of her last paycheck and was currently out shopping. She had worked the morning shift and told you that she would pick up some groceries on her way home. You had the day off, so you spent it cleaning, trying to distract yourself.

Around five p.m., you started dinner. You had ground beef thawing in the sink for spaghetti sauce and you were digging through the cupboard for some noodles. You were almost out, so you had texted Zelena to grab some while she was at the store.

An hour later, dinner was ready. The noodles sat in a pot, slathered in butter and salt, and the meaty sauce was in a deep pan, still steaming and waiting to be served.

The front door opened, signaling that Zelena was home. You met her at the door, kissing her chastely and taking some of the bags from her. You set them on the table and began rooting through them, trying to put things away before they melted.

A hand on your arm ceased your movements. You turned to look at your girlfriend with a blank expression, waiting for her to explain the interruption.

"Close your eyes," she said.

You complied, wondering what she was up to. A familiar click made you gasp.

"Open," she said with a grin. As you did so, you found yourself holding a new Polaroid camera. Well, new to you.

"I found it at the pawn shop across town," she explained. She handed you a small grocery bag. "And the camera shop had film."

You stared up at her as she waved the photo to develop it before handing it to you. You set the camera, film, and photo on the table before leaping forward, throwing your arms around her. She laughed at your excitement, returning the hug.

"Thank you," you murmured, kissing her cheek.

"I know how much the last one meant to you," she smiled. "I couldn't let you go on without another one."

You smiled softly, picking the camera up again. She understood immediately, standing behind you with her arms around your waist. You held the camera out, facing you, and pressed the button.

Click.

Out came a perfectly focused picture of you and the love of your life. You turned to kiss her cheek before she got two bowls out of the cupboard and served food for you both. You took a photo of your dinner and a few more of Zelena and the two of you together before you retired for the night.

You made sure to add all of your photos to your album, writing little notes for each one, before you went to bed.